Sixty8Ball


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GangLanders
 Street toughs and criminals fighters and haters drug users and drinkers and smokers and sniffers. The eye is 53 chronological in years but excessive use of beers has not been nice to my nerves and when they move near me like sharks in the water of a limning pool eye flinch a little move away but not fear eye never fear no one but namme. Eye would not want to hurt the boyz but neither will eye let them tower over me in size they would not make a decent meal for wolf or dog or coyote packing hounds of misery they play like men when wanting to deliver but they mistake the old homeless for a flake and a quiver when the liver is so pink and my spine is finally strait and eye stand in disbelief as they step up to the plate eye pulled my glove on then smiled they seemed to hesitate then they tried again to make me shake
"we told yew we will beat yew up" the eye was laughing now the jigg  was up the die was cast no time to worry or even much to laugh eye pulled the other glove on my right hand and smiled not moving there just waiting time to dance had come they tried again even so they wanted me to think that they had heart they walked up to the near me as they could try then one he balked the other one stopped also when he realized he was alone and facing some sort of crazxy man intent on going home they left with tails all tucked away and nothing left on glove no meat no bone. Eye could not let it go eye turned and shouted after them "you punked". Remember that this man is already 53 years old lame in one foot and blind in one eye shorter than tall taller than them able to tie one hand behind my eye and walk away from the gangster fight. Eye win.